3: Just BreatheI'm a rubber band. I don't break; I bend.I snap for you; I snap because of youI snap when somethingor maybe someonepushes me too-too damnfar,but then again, who can blame me?My life is perfect.I have everythingI could ever wantBut dammit I do not need it.Nor want it.I'd be shabby,just so I can feel my feet touch the ground again!I want it i want it i want it!But why do we want it?Maybe when naive, butnow? I'd rather just havemy little words,my scraped-together everything.Innocence is beautiful;and I envy those who know nothing.I know nothing.I'd started to cry.But then he told me something that changedabsolutely nothingand absolutely everything.He said; "Shh. Breathe. It's okay.Believe. If only for this moment."I fell into that. I shivered up into pieces.I didn't snap. He just let me relax; become un-tense.I believed, and shot off. Flicked from betweeneternally lit fingers.I ran away because I was scared thatI would come to rely on it.A
2: ComplicatedWe've sucker punched the ozone layeris this really what we want?to unleash the sun's wrath upon us?this sickness? this created us;human enough to release suchsoul-sucking destruction.we're suicidal beasts, which iswhat makes us uniqueand what makes usstupid.Such complexity...webs of it,tangling our hair.Making us incapable of action.Suffocating us.
1: IntroductionWelcome!Come on in.Open the door to Hell,and step into the burning flames with me.We'll dance in dark despairswim in seas of sin;and roast in quickfooted irony.Oh, hurry, darling, come quick!The World's Destruction's about to begin.This is the best part!Do you have the pitchforks;the rocks? the drinks?the ice above the bones?Dear Devil, I hope they're under the sink...I really hope so. Otherwise,we're heavily unprepared.Not to mention the fire;though that'll be plentiful.Let's take you underand get you all fixed up!Nice and ready.Welcome! Come in; make sure you hold steady.-laughs- Oh, yes, I remember:Those first steps into poison and sinwere always the hardest.The heaviest, for sure.Drag yourself in, zombielikeLost a hand? Here, take mine.Crawl; if you have to, through the ashes.Let's see if you can handle your first introduction;the taste of rebellion and hatred thick on your tongue;and the endless flame clashes.
'Ey...chill out, 'kay?don't crush us just 'cuz we're teenagers.don't hold yer head so high.'cuz sometimeswhat's underneath your feetis more valuablethan that halo over your head.sometimes, we're jewels.gems. diamonds.buried in the rough of society.we remember--we know and understand the things thatonly hot-headed young ones know.the ones that you used to.raw beauty's betterthan perfectly tinted--like pine--artificial paper...which is apparentlyworth gold.a'ight?
Dear...If you ever read thisyou'll know I'm talking to you.I'm so sorry that I'm not good enough.I'm so sorry that I have faults.I'm so sorry that I'm human.I'm so sorry that I'm not.I'm so sorry that I have such a negative view...on everything.I'm so sorry that I'm not who you wanted.I'm so sorry that I bite when bitten; thrice bitten, once shy.I'm so sorry that I took your "love" and stomped it underneath my angered foot.I'm so sorry that I don't care whether you do.Actually...I'm not sorry at all.Usually, if I treat something likea snake; a rat; a pest;they deserve it.every second.
you're thin as air.you're so skinny,you're practically starved for existence.i thread my fingers through yourinvisible hairand look into your clear eyes;the same color as my walls.you're sand. i long to hold you close enoughto feel thecoldinside of mefade.that's what we project across the waterunderneath the bridges upon bridgesof problems we've crossed;all the cities we've builtin order to hide from thosewooden-planked pieceswhispering reality.the lights flood through the night;neon and ever-too-bright. i like them.they warm me in the slightest.they remind me of you.and you, of me:the sound so sharp, the sight so clearthe happiness surrounding it all in a fog.we cry again.it's so artificially beautiful.like everything we've built around us.should we tear down the skyscrapers?burn the bridges, for a dip in hell?maybe a little tasteof foolishnesswouldn't bringtoo muchpain.but you're so close. too close, for risk.i hear yo
Before the Pain Comesrain is like silver coins;the sky's falling treasure.it pitters and patterslike fallen poker chips on your roofs.yeah, "falling" is mentioned a lot,but aren't they usually the most gorgeous?angels? snow? freshly fallen, of course.aren't they beautiful?look at how the rain shimmersdancesand glowsunder the moon.little fallen angels,warm, compassionate snow.tiny silver gemsshiny as russet apples,electrified with the tasteof lightning freedom.and because it comes like a baby zap,make sure you watch for itor i swear to godyou'll miss all your chances,draining through the soiland then you'll hit the ground.
We see, too.i am a lion in the darkest savannah.and i breathe your tearsi am a wolf amongst the moonlit forests.and i know your paini am a lizard between shaded deserts.and i understand your anguishi am a hamster locked away in "paradise".and i feel your rage.i am a teenage girl in america.and i love your smile.i am the world.and i don't judge anythinguntil youjudge mefirst.
Damaged goods: as is.There is something that my heart longs to change, and it's pumping itto the bottom of my stomach,making it go up-up-up my throat.I'm throwing up rebellion,and clawing my eyes out, trying to figure outwhat's wrong with me.Decisions won't alter any of these manic voices.Calling to me. Pleading. Begging.For something I can't see, someone I won't hearand somebodyI can't feel.My brain isn't making it's common sense useful;because otherwise, I shouldn't feelthese fluttery endorphins in my shadowed eyes,my hatefully clad fingers.I hate him and I hate you.Just like the others...You both fucked up my system.And now it's addicted to his soft caffeine...even though I'm still spitting outblood from my wounds--ones you've caused--at every turn.They sting.Like poison.The infection you've injectedinto my bloodstream. It's full of wrath.But I'm buzzing with excitement,because maybe, for once, it's not a bark I'm receiving,but a bite